However, considering that I am the body of the deceased, it is inevitable to go through all kinds of difficulties just to open up a few spiritual nodes. The body structure is very different from that of ordinary practitioners.
Although Shou has a certain deterrent effect on the Yin spirits here, it seems unable to completely dispel them.
Shou's spiritual intelligence is not low, and he also knows clearly that he cannot drive them away at will. If the balance of this realm is broken, these things will probably swarm up in an instant.
As the creaking of the vines stepped on underfoot disappeared, the footsteps landed on a piece of solid ground, completely leaving the territory of the old tree demon.
Balian's vision suddenly darkened, and he couldn't help but stop and silently looked at the ancient road in front of him.
The corpse demon can adapt to dark vision, but the huge shadow that occupies the entire eyeball at this moment makes him feel like he has lost his vision.
On both sides of the ancient road, the river flows gently.
At the end of the river, there is a majestic and huge ancient mountain. The mountain hangs upside down in this dark world. Dark clouds linger around the mountain like thick ink that cannot be dispersed. In the thick clouds, the mountain is vaguely visible.
Colorful giant pythons scurry in the mountains and forests.
The scene was hopelessly spectacular.
Balian thought, is this going to continue?
He couldn't help but ask Shou: "Is your master also here for Yuguilang?"
Shou looked confused.
What is Yuukiro?
Balian sighed helplessly and said, "If that's the case, how much free time does she have? Is she in such a dangerous and desperate situation just to seek excitement?"
The monsters and beasts that can be seen in the mountain are all kinds of weird. If you continue to go deeper, you still don't know what kind of terrifying things you will encounter.
Summoning the Qiu Shui Sword, the bright sword light illuminates the way forward.
"Keep going. Although Shou, you seem to be more powerful than me, but since I promised you to send you back to your master, I will naturally not break my promise."
The figures, one tall and one short, were blurred by the shadows under the sword light.
As the wind blew across the mountains and fields, Balian keenly caught a few anxious sparks flying in the air.
At this time, an angry and desperate roar of a demonic python came from the distant mountains.
The huge python entwined in a corner of the mountain stopped moving through the forest and descended from the mountain like a collapsed sky pillar.
The front end of the huge snake head seemed to have been soaked by the burning magma, breaking into a charred black body, and finally fell into the darkness. I don't know what kind of restraint was triggered. The array of light swept away and instantly shook most of the remaining snake body into dust.
In the darkness, a fire like a giant screen burned.
At this time, Shou Gui screamed, with a look of worry on his little face. He grabbed the hem of Bailian's clothes, and a dark cloud rose under his feet, carrying the two of them towards the direction of the fire.
Balian asked hurriedly: "Something happened to your master ahead."
Shou nodded, then shook his head.
Balian didn't understand what it meant, until he rushed here, the dazzling firelight was burning and scorching the continuous mountain trees.
The appearance of the tree was very strange. Balian had never seen it before. The tree body and the roots were all the same color. The jasper was so blue that it didn't look like a tree, but more like some kind of handicraft carved from jade.
On the tree trunk, crystal leaves rustle, which is extremely beautiful.
But these mountains and trees were destroyed in a fire.
The fire was huge and the wind was still blowing, blowing up a wisp of crimson clothes. The blood-red clothes were swaying in the firelight. The color was extremely bright and rich, but it could not hide the extremely thin and desolate figure.
Looking at the figure in the firelight, Balian's heart tightened for some unknown reason, and he felt a little breathless.
On the opposite side of the fire, there was another person standing, dressed in fresh hunting clothes, with the Suzaku tribe on his shoulders, and embroidered with flaming sun feathers on his chest. It was the prince of Zhongyou, Ying Xiu, who had passed away unhappily last night.
At this moment, when he stood in front of Yin Baishuang, he actually felt quite helpless and panicked. He no longer had the calm manner and speech he had before.
His throat rolled, and the panic and guilt in his eyes could not suppress his excitement and joy. He murmured, "Miss Yin, I..."
It was clearly a very ordinary statement, but Yin Baishuang's face showed a deeply hurt expression.
disgust!
disdain!
hatred!
All kinds of complicated emotions were intertwined at the end, causing her to squint her eyes. The moment she glanced at Ying Xiu, her eyes finally turned into a biting coldness, and her gaze was as sharp as a blade, as if it wanted to pierce the human heart.
Ying Xiu's eyes suddenly opened wide, and his handsome face instantly burst into blood. I don't know what kind of method Yin Baishuang used, but there was a bright red laceration diagonally piercing the bridge of his nose, and his upper lip was covered with blood.
When it was torn open, it looked extremely horrific and cruel.
Recalling that he had also called "Miss Yin", Balian couldn't help but take two steps back.
I thought that compared to Su Jing, Cangwu Palace was easier to talk to.
Now it seems that what Jin Sheng said makes so much sense!
These two are aunts who cannot be offended.
I could see Yingxiu moaning twice in pain, covering his face with his hands, blood constantly flowing out from between his fingers, and his shoulders hunched low in pain.
Even though he was treated so cruelly after a disagreement, His Highness the Crown Prince did not get angry. Instead, he slowly squatted down, looking a little humble and pitiful.
There was a soft cracking sound.
The soft boots embroidered with red lines create a wave of broken ice.
A cluster of extremely bright firelight reflected in her eyes, but the full halo could not warm her deep and silent eyes. Her long eyelashes seemed to be stained with frost, covering them with a haze that no one could peep into.
Her indifferent gaze only stayed on Ying Xiu for a moment, then she took it back and said coldly: "Who allowed you to appear in front of me, and who - allowed you to call me?"
Ying Xiu's shoulders trembled violently, and instead of speaking, he buried his cheek deeper.
The back looks extremely sad.
The unsheathed Hanzhi Sword at her waist could not stop trembling and clanking, and the anger in her eyes was extremely strong.
At this time, Shou let out a sob, let go of Balian's clothes, rushed to the woman's feet, hugged his calf, and cried non-stop.
The anger in Yin Baishuang's eyes was extinguished instantly like a heavy rain.
She lowered her head and spread her hands, her voice was no longer cold, and her tone was soft: "Shou, don't cry, come here."
Shou didn't reach her palm, he just rubbed his cheek against her soft boots, hugged her calf, and pulled her in the direction of Bai Lian like a treasure.
Balian really captured the pride and the desire for reward in the little guy's eyes.
Bailian couldn't help but take a look at Ying Xiu's miserable state. His scalp went numb and he couldn't help but take two steps back.
This is not an offering of treasure, it is clearly an offering of a big trouble.
Yin Baishuang had only taken two steps when she saw Bai Lian standing in the dark shadow, and a hint of vigilance suddenly flashed in her cold eyes.
She snorted coldly, and immediately opened a small coffin with her palm. With a slight movement of her lips, she put the cheerful Shou into the coffin. If you like Long Night Walk, please collect it: (www.sodu777.net) Long Night Walk search novel website updates